Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from India and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Scott Walker to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Flipper,
One Last Wish,
Theoretical Girls,
Livin' Joy,
The Red Krayola,
Scrapy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crash Course in Science,
Marvin Gaye,
Malaria!,
The Durutti Column,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Byrd,
John Foxx,
The Leaves,
World's Most,
Ralphi Rosario,
Y Pants,
Fatback Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Sarah Menescal,
Warsaw,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharoah Sanders,
Basic Channel,
Scratch Acid,
Susan Cadogan,
Gong,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fugazi,
AZ,
Niagra,
Bauhaus,
The Slackers,
Soft Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Remains,
the Normal,
Von Mondo,
Ponytail,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cluster,
Cecil Taylor,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Standells,
Hashim,
Zapp,
Hasil Adkins,
The Buckinghams,
Reagan Youth,
Morten Harket,
The Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Ten City,
The Alarm Clocks,
Colin Newman,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.